Dirtbag Tea Party

I have an interview this afternoon.  It's for a pretty interesting-sounding job, so I'm eager to meet the people in charge and talk to them about the position.  I've got a list of questions written up so that I don't blank out when they ask me what questions I have for them.  I've spent some time online looking at common interview questions, and I feel like I have a good handle on how to answer when they ask me the standard interview questions.  I usually interview pretty well because I make sure to take my time, remember to breathe, and just try to smile a lot and focus on the positive.

Anyway, I have been applying for a lot of jobs.  Suddenly there are a lot of things opening up, which is good news for me.  I'm eager to see what's out there.  I'm excited about a change.  I'm feeling positive and upbeat and I think anybody who hires me is a smart cookie for realizing my potential!  Yeah!  WOO!   Etc.

Due to some sad changes in our HR department causing some really unfortunate policies, I'm leaving my job as soon as possible.  I've been here 8 years, it's time to move along.  In an emotional preparation for leaving, I have cleaned out every personal item from my office.  

It is incredibly cathartic to walk away from all of this.  I have suffered under really bad management for a really long time, and it feels amazing to be able to finally say, "Enough."

I can't wait to find something else.  I'm so excited about a change, a challenge, a new environment.  I can almost taste it.

I just agreed to foster and tame 8 kittens.

In breaking news, I have lost my damn mind.

I am making Ramen, and I just played the cat like she was a guitar.

I am officially drunk.

My mom's goat Laila had triplets this weekend.  They are all purebred Nigerian Dwarf kids, all three have blue eyes (we hope they stay that way!).

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The contractor showed for the hearing on Friday, which our attorney wasn't expecting him to do, which would have meant an instantaneous judgment against the contractor for the full amount.

Instead, we now have to go to court in July.

Goddamnit.  The fucking dumbass won't show up on our fucking worksite, but he shows up when we fucking sue him?  Fuck that mother fucker.  I wish I could sue him for more than ten fucking grand, that goddamn son of a bitch.

fuck goddamn motherfucker cocksucker son of a bitch SHIT.

Kate Nash, "Foundations"

I helped a local neighbor find her cat recently TWICE when he ran away, over a mile away from home both times.  She wouldn't make him an indoor-only cat because she said he sat and cried by the door, and was "too annoying."   So she got him back the second time (from a location almost 2 miles away) and DECIDED TO GIVE HIM AWAY.   Well, I'm glad I went to all that work to help you find your fucking beloved pet just so you could just get annoyed and get rid of him!   Fucking shithead.

I'm adding her to the list of people I hope DIE IN A FIRE.  Also on that list:  You, soccer mom in the Yukon XL who took a 15-point turn to get your monstrous SUV into your spot in front of CVS today.   DIE IN A FIRE.

Two more girls spayed and re-released:

Another girl makes SIX GIRLS, ONE BOY.

One more girl spayed